The Faded River

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The Faded River

The air in the mill was thick enough to chew, a heavy, damp wool that clung to the skin and tasted of rust and old, dried sweat. We were gathered in the great hall of the Whitmore Textile Works, a cavernous space where the only light came from high, grimy windows that let in a gray, industrial twilight. It was a feast of a sort, though not the kind you would read about in polite society. It was...

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